Kath nodded, the power of speech having totally left her. All she could focus on was the lushness of Vivian’s lips and the warmth of her breath fanning over her mouth, sending bolts of heat straight to Kath’s clit. She moaned and attempted to lean in closer for a kiss of those plump lips, but Vivian pulled back sharply.

“Sorry, honey, I don’t do kissing. Just fucking. Now, you reach down and find what you need in the bag at my feet while I get comfortable.”

And with that, Vivian turned to face the wall and began undoing her jeans. Kath blinked a couple of times, then mentally shook herself into the here and now. While she normally wanted—needed—to dominate a situation like this, Vivian’s cool commands had had a profound effect on her. She obeyed without question, dipping down to find a large black leather handbag next to Vivian’s legs. Inside the bag, she found a soft harness and a six-inch ribbed dildo. It wasn’t as large as she would have expected. Somehow Vivian’s confidence had led Kath to believe she’d want to be fucked by something big. As she fiddled with the bag, she glanced up, and her breath caught in her throat. Vivian had dropped her jeans to the top of her boots and pulled her tight top up over her ass to reveal two pale, very round, very squeezable buttocks. The strong scent of Vivian’s arousal, along with the way her pussy glistened in the low light, made Kath clench down deep in her own cunt.

Kath stood and glanced at the harness in her hands and then down at her own clothing. Moving as quickly as she could, she undid the buckles on the harness, unzipped her trousers, and pulled them down just enough to slip the harness straps between her legs. Once it was in place and set, she pulled the trousers up over her ass; she felt a little too vulnerable with her hind end hanging in the wind. Then, finally, she stepped behind Vivian, who was looking over her own shoulder with an amused smile on her face.

“Comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

Kath nodded, willing herself not to blush. For fuck’s sake, she’d done this a hundred times or more. Why did Vivian make her feel like such an amateur? And yet somehow this didn’t knock Kath’s confidence. If anything, it was inspiring her to rise to the challenge, to show Vivian that she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Good,” purred Vivian, her voice strong above the background music. “Then coat that little baby in my juice and fuck me.”